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Their voice our land my people
Stolen from them and given too
Many people **** our ancestry
My connection never leaving
Yet unobserved by the people on it
Modernity the new and structure for us
Their struggles ignored, my struggles ignored
Our trauma not shared or invalidated by the other
How can our divide be spanned
When my people won't engage with the other
Our people antagonise the other not listening
Fingers in ears and tongues stuck out
Waving in the wind our flags, our identity
My people must forgive, our land is shared
From the smoke of burnt pages can we be washed anew?
Wawa biik
The glass and sand lay about my feet
Barefoot I stomp the ground and let the shards pierce my porcelain skin
Rubies drop from my soul and cast each step with
Pain from my heart, an unrelenting ease of
Dissonance that should feel uncomfortable
My ears somehow used to it don't bat an eye
I would hold you as high as possible
Catching you once wings melted
Rolling down after you as time counts down
The Eagles dine upon my flesh and
Pluck out my eyes for giving you your
Psyche, alone without her seraphim
Unable to hold him close
Wanting to spin a web to catch him
Yet never to wed
Pliable unreality
N
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VERSE
            Try and let go
Who


Rear your head from the sand and

Put yourself together

Again
Loud proud quiet as a mouse
She sings of birds and ladies animals and
Never shares herself with the world
Constantly in question and unable to
Believe there is more to he(a)r that others find
Themselves in (it)
Growing is usually an upward trajectory
The thoughts that batter your brain make
me, I(')ll be unable to say what you need
To understand is an understated form of
Smithing and polishing the mirror that I
Stare at, the wall that crumbles at our touch
Defies emotion and structure, I want to view
Myself differently again and again until
Time falls through
Unend the end of everything
Eat the fruit of your labour
**** the juice as it drips from your lips
I want to tie myself down to the maypole
Dance a never beginning circle
With your arms tethering me to the ground
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